No one in the family noticed, and she beca increasingly joyful, wholeheartedly devoting herself to the creation of new poisons. The number of formulas at her disposal grew, yet the more she had, the more she felt that her grasp of the Poison Scripture Pharmacology was far from sufficient.
"dicine n" searched everywhere to find impoverished children for her, offering just a little silver to buy tools for drug testing. She hid them in a secret chamber, forcing them to test poisons, not knowing that among them was an illegitimate son of a doctor from the Ministry of Justice.
Thus, the secrets ca to light.
Her grandfather looked at her in disbelief, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, "Fiend! Beast!"
She laughed, "The art of healing and poisoning are interconnected; the poison formulas derived from them might one day benefit the world. Those beggars are insignificant as grass, dying this way gives their lives so value."
"Slap—"
Her grandfather slapped her across the face.
She looked back coldly.
"You may go," the gray-haired old man said, his head drooping in an exhaustion never before heard, "Escape far away and never return."
Her grandfather decided to send her away.
She was the most talented offspring of the Mo Family, and since childhood, she had been personally tutored by her grandfather, who ultimately couldn’t bear to part with her. She hid in the shadows, watching the entire Mo Family being taken away in chains. The person arranged by her grandfather to take her away was soone she couldn’t bear to leave, her written Poison Scripture beckoned her back to the house. When discovered, she had no choice but to drop the oil lamp and start a great fire, locking the maid who accompanied her inside, forcing herself to escape amidst agony.
The maid died, her body charred, and her grandfather identified her as Mo Ruyun; thus, Mo Ruyun perished in the fire.
Mo Ruyun was no more.
Veiled, she left Shengjing with the money her grandfather had given her.
A young woman, alone in the world, always attracted controversy, and those who harbored ill intentions toward her silently disappeared one after another.
Poison is the most wondrous thing in the world.
She traveled to many places and eventually settled down on Luoi Peak in Su Nan.
It was a beautiful mountain, and when winter arrived, the snow and Red Plum blossoms created a captivating, passionate scene.
She gradually took in sixteen children, all from impoverished families. The children were weak and particularly sensitive to poisons. She tested her new poisons on them, but unfortunately, their bodies couldn’t endure, and they died within months, the longest lasting only half a year before being buried behind the thatched cottage on the grassland.
Near Changwu County, there was a rare herb that was hard to find. She went to collect it and accidentally encountered an epidemic in the town. The Magistrate’s son offered a good amount of Gold for the diagnosis, which pleased her, and she was even more pleased to receive her seventeenth gift there.
Little Shiqi was different from the previous sixteen. During the great epidemic of Changwu County, her entire family fell ill one after another, yet only she remained untouched. Her constitution was special; she was the perfect vessel for poisons.
She brought Little Shiqi back to Luoi Peak.
Little Shiqi was intelligent, gentle, and capable of quick and efficient work. More importantly, she could read.
She would casually throw books on dical Classics and Pharmacology around the house, which Little Shiqi would steal glances at behind her back. It amused her greatly.
Little Shiqi was also very determined. The sixteen before her did not survive half a year, but only she had the strongest will to live, struggling through each day.
It was as if she had casually sown a seed in the ground, not knowing what kind of flower it would bloom into. She anticipated it would be a poison flower, the most resplendent and colorful, to whom she could pass on all of her Poison Scripture, so that after her death, there would be soone in the world to carry on her legacy.
Unfortunately, Little Shiqi was different.
The child was clever, but sotis foolish. She had given Little Shiqi many opportunities to kill her, but Little Shiqi never considered it. Once, when her old wounds flared up and she suddenly fainted, Little Shiqi actually brewed her an Antidote.
Actually, Little Shiqi could have taken the opportunity to kill herself or to threaten her for an antidote.
But the child did not.
At that mont, she understood that Little Shiqi was different from herself.
She was about to die, the great fire at the Mo Family years ago had destroyed her skin and appearance, and over these years, she had sustained herself with poison. However, her body, as a vessel, was about to shatter, and she needed to start arranging her affairs.
The Poison Scripture and poison formulas would inevitably be buried with her, for there was nothing in this world she cherished more.
The place for her remains would be better at Luoi Peak, a place she liked, with drifting clouds and ethereal mists, and a uniquely beautiful landscape.
The only thing left was Little Shiqi.
This dicine Man, the seventeenth dicine Man who should have been buried early in the grass, stubbornly lived on the mountain for so many years. She watched the other’s figure descend the mountain with a dicine basket on her back, thinking about how to arrange Little Shiqi’s ending.
She had no spouse or offspring, if she had a daughter, she might be around the age of Little Shiqi. Unfortunately, the other was too kind-hearted; if she wanted her to beco a person like herself and inherit her legacy, she had to arrange a ga for Little Shiqi.
So she arranged for Little Shiqi to "kill" her personally.
The child was very smart to think of using her own blood as a dicant prir. In the final monts, looking at her with tearful eyes, she felt very pleased.
Killing, once done the first ti, was bound to happen a second. One who actively kills can no longer be a healer.
Little Shiqi was exceptionally gifted, these years she had thoroughly studied the Poison Scripture Pharmacology with her and should not be wasted.
She should, like herself, travel to many places, et many people in the future, everything and everyone in the world is but a vessel for poison, there is no need for pity, no need for sympathy, just do what you like.
In one’s life, one should always do what they enjoy.
Just like herself.
Rather than being a dutiful wife and mother in a mundane life, this was clearly more enjoyable.
Her eyelids grew heavier, and the sobs of Little Shiqi reached her from beside, making her feel a touch amused at this sorrowful child. Then she suddenly rembered that after all this ti in the mountains, she had never asked for the other’s na. She wanted to speak, but found more blood spilling from the corner of her lips, leaving her unable to utter a word.
Forget it, if she did not know, then she did not know.
After all, she was about to forget her own na.
Her na... what was it again?
In the mountain mist, cloud-like and vast, she faintly heard people speaking.
It seed as though a white-haired, elderly man was holding a little girl with her hair tied in double buns in the courtyard, teaching her to write character by character.
"Exit through the eastern gate, there you’ll find ladies like clouds. Though like clouds, they do not dwell in my thoughts..."
"Ouch, well written, truly as the teacher said, a fortunate cloud descends upon the Mo Family!"
The laughter gradually faded away, leaving only the fresh ink marks on the paper.
They were two slightly immature, crooked characters—
Ruyun.
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